Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Nafīsah Salmān walked, on her knees and elbows, down the sparkling corridor of the Hotel Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī.
I was on her gorgeous behind, as usual.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was penetrating her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt sophisticatedly.
She found the door of room number 787, knocked once, waited three seconds, knocked twice, waited three more seconds, then knocked three times.
There was a moment of silence.
Then Nafīsah Salmān heard the sound of steps in the room.
A key twisted in the lock and the door opened slightly.
A safety chain, designed to keep the door from being pushed open, held the opening to a narrow crack.
A pair of green feminine eyes surveyed Nafīsah Salmān.
Then, silently a feminine hand moved up to release the safety chain and the door opened.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit nodded but both of them were careful not to exchange the word of greeting until after Nafīsah Salmān and I were physically in the room.
The door was closed equally silently and locked.
Nafīsah Salmān smiled at Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
Every one there was nude.
I was fucking Brahm Mahimā Sharmā on the bed.
Her extremely beautiful Sharmā Brāhmañ legs were on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders and she was enjoying my Bachhalyā Lund proudly now into her Sharmā Brāhmañ Cunt, playing simultaneously with her extremely beautiful Sharmā Brāhmañ buttocks too.*
Prabhā Shuklā put safety chain into place and turned to Nafīsah Salmān.
“How are you, Buā Ammī? I didn’t know you were coming up.”
Umā Dīxit nodded in agreement with her ever best friend, Prabhā Shuklā.
However, neither Prabhā Shuklā was ashamed of what she did to her immensely ethical, immensely moral, Sharmā Brāhmañ Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, nor her ever best friend Umā Dīxit.
They were happy instead that they successfully made their Sharmā Brāhmañ Bhābhī fuck Durgesh.
Padminī Bhārgav wanted it done by hook or crook.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit did successfully what Padminī Bhārgav wanted them to do, irrespective of the fact what Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl had to face due to it.
“Don’t worry,” Padminī Bhārgav shoved her extremely stunning, extremely amazing, gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude male Bachhalyā lap, swallowed my entire Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund into her ever tight Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt, squeezed her Bhārgav Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund and smiled cunningly, “you both are selected for my Brahm Padminī Squad. You both are Brahm Padminīs, no doubt. But you have to complete your assignments too if you really want to remain in my Brahm Padminī Squad.”
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit looked at each other and promised to complete the assignments allotted to them.
One of their assignments was to put their Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā for ever into my nude male Bachhalyā lap.
“Ghazālah Siddīqī would replace Brahm Mahimā Sharmā in your brother’s, Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl’s life.” Padminī Bhārgav announced, “We need your Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī in our Brahm Padminī Squad too.”*
Nafīsah Salmān watched both the Brahm Padminīs, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit.
They both were the exquisite example of Brāhmañ Beauties.
But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said,
“Their Ammīs are Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties, Ammī. Aren’t they? In fact, according to Hindu History itself, Ummil Åālmīn Hazrat Allāh Rabbil Åālmīn is the ever first Ummil Åālmīn. The entire infinite Brahm Jagdambās are even the especially projected bodies of the original Musalmān Ummahāt Al Åālmīn.”
Nafīsah Salmān looked helplessly at her ever ambitious daughter.
She was adamant to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
‘Every Muslimah is for a Hindu male at least, none else can even dream of her, let alone touch her.’ Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to say proudly.
“The Musalmīn are being cuckolded to their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives and Durgesh/their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ Hindu lover(s), because only Hindu males are made for Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever sacred Musalmān women, not the Pseudo Musalmīn. Islam does mean peace and no Pseudo Musalmān is ever peaceful. They are either terrorists, or criminals, criminal minded at least. How the bastards deserve a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever sacred Musalmān wife ever? Are you crazy?”
Nafīsah Salmān couldn’t answer her daughter.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never let her.
“I never imagined you were so selfish, Ammī.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to say contemptuously, “You want the Ever Best Hindu Husband for yourself, but not even a traditional Hindu husband for other more ever suffering Muslimahs. It’s a shame to be unable to forget that you are my Ammī.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” Nafīsah Salmān too said contemptuously, “Padminī Bhārgav claims only a Bachhalyā Penis when enters a Brāhmañ Vagina can provide Shaktipāt to a Brāhmañ woman, none else. She has invented Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement for it, a never ending Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī time cycle. Aren’t you doing the same thing proposing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
“I thought I’d look the setup over,” Nafīsah Salmān said to Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit, “How are things doing?”
“They are making almost every Brāhmañ Beauty a Brahm Jagdambā now.” Prabhā Shuklā said smiling cunningly, “You are right, Buā Ammī. It’s not a part of Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement even. It’s not even a part of Brahm Padminī Squad. It’s actually a part of Brahm Jagdambā Movement. Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī is not making a Brahm Padminī Squad. She is making every Brāhmañ Beauty a Brahm Jagdambā under the disguise of her Brahm Padminī Squad. Why the hell otherwise she assigned both of us to make Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī our co wife?”
Nafīsah Salmān controlled herself.
She tried her best not to lose her patience.
It was not a news to her.
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī had already warned her.
“Padminī Bhārgav is not after Brahm Padminī Squad, she is actually after a Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Squad to face Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements that are preparing Musalmān Ummahāt Al Åālmīn Squad actually, either this way or that way. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an ever shrewdest ever smooth politician now, but so is Padminī Bhārgav too.”
“Can’t you control Padminī Bhārgav, Umā, my child?” Nafīsah Salmān asked anxiously.
“I’m trying my best, Buā Ammī. But how the hell can we blame Padminī Bhārgav for it? Isn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doing the same thing under this disguise or that?”*
Late one evening, around 1:30 AM, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā finished watching a series of DVDs they had rented.
They were both barely awake as the final movie was ending, when suddenly they heard a knock on the sliding glass doors leading from their bedroom to the back yard.
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, instantly panicked and rolled off onto the floor in just her panties, dragging the bedspread with her to cover her breasts.
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā rolled in the opposite direction and grabbed his pepper spray from the night stand on his side of the bed.
As Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā crept towards the door, he saw a silhouette of whom he was pretty sure was Durgesh, I.
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā barely plucked the blinds back and sure enough he gave me a silly wave and smiled.
Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā knew I had a big date this very evening, but wondered why at 2 AM I would be knocking on their door.
As Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā slid the door open, I immediately began to apologize saying,
“I’m so sorry to bug you, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, but I saw your lights on and, well, I’m locked out next door.”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā immediately told me to come in, and I glanced to his right seeing Prgyā Agnihotrī getting up off the floor with the bedspread tightly clutched to her chest.
I again began to apologize for the intrusion.
Pragyā Agnihotrī began asking a flurry of questions,
“Why would they lock you out? Don’t you have a key? I thought you had a big date tonight? How’d that go?”
Being very comfortable with Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā I explained,
“They locked me out because they are assholes. As far as my date, it went just like all the other great dates I’ve had recently… I heavily get laid every time.”
Pragyā Agnihotrī chuckled and said,
“If you keep getting laid on every first date, you’re setting yourself up for almost a male prostitute, instead of a Sex Therapist, don’tcha think?”
I smiled and replied,
“Well yes, but damn it, I’m 64 years old and have had sex infinite times in my life; and countless of those were with the new chicks usually, who insisted that I never wear a condom, but that I take it very slow so as not to break their female sexual organs. Then when I finished, I was to be ultra careful not to even take my Uncut Hindu Penis off unless I was five hours more inside her because
she said she can’t afford to lose me… Now, doesn’t that sound like a wild and satisfying sex life to you?”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā looked at each other and grinned as if to say,
“That was a little more information than we expected.”
Prgyā Agnihotrī jokingly said,
“Come here; at least I can give you a hug on that, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, I’m sorry. Please allow me.”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā was dumbfounded.
Hey Bhagwān, God, his own 39 years old extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, hugging Durgesh, the Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā?
Does her Brahmāñī instinct is longing for Durgesh’s Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund?
Padminī Bhārgav has already asked him for his extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wife.
“You must think of entire great Brāhmañ community, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. You are already fifty. What the hell you need Pragyā Agnihotrī for, now?”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā was dumbfounded.
“Your Excellency, it’s a matter of my self pride, my honor…”
“Oh, come on,” Padminī Bhārgav said irritated, “Your wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, is a Brahm Padminī. We need Brahm Padminīs for our Brahm Padminī Squad. You can marry someone else who isn’t herself a Brahm Padminī.”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā said bitterly.
“So, my younger brother, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, was true? You are making the entire Brahm Padminīs Durgesh’s Brahm Padminī wives forever whether they themselves want it or not? Whether their duly married Brāhmañ husbands want them to sacrifice for your cause, or not? Is it a Democracy? ”*
For the past fifteen minutes it had been apparent that Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, was marking time skilfully.
She was shoving her nude exquisite Trivédī Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude Bachhalyā male lap, swallowing every time my ever strong, Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund into her Trivédī Brāhmañ Choot.
I was fucking Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, because I had to, to follow the manners of Sharmā Brāhmañ Creations.
Vibhā Trivédī fumbled through papers, asked repetitious questions, and from time to time surreptitiously glanced at the clock on the wall of the courtroom.
Abruptly she straightened, constricted her Trivédī Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around my incredibly hard Bachhalyā Lund, and announced cheerfully.
Her vaginal muscles squeezed my Bachhalyā Lund beyond normalcy.
I gritted through my teeth,
“Sālī, Trivédī Brāhmañ Bitch!”
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, smiled cunningly.
“Bachhalyā Piyā, this isn’t Ved Nagar. This is Sharmā Brāhmañ Creations. Your Musalmān Phuljađī Barristers can’t help you here.”
I grabbed her waist, pulled my Bachhalyā Lund until only its head remained in her Trivédī Brāhmañ Choot, and then shoved it back with my full Bachhalyā manly vigor.
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, jumped to bear the thrust, but I grabbed her waist again pulling her extremely gorgeous Brāhmañ bottom into my nude Bachhalyā male lap again.
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, squeezed her lower lip by her upper dental line, to control the involuntary scream ready to emit from her mouth.
It wasn’t good to her reputation to let it emit.
I realized the trap into which Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, had led me.
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, cooed with every politeness and every official courtesy,
“You may cross-examine, Bachhalyā Piyā.”
“If the court please,” I said affably, “it is twenty minutes to five on a Friday afternoon.”
“What of it, BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, asked in his most respectful manner.
“It’s obvious to the Court too, your honor,” I said politely, fucking Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, savagely, “that the Court might not care to interrupt my cross examination of this witness with an adjournment. My cross-examination will, I feel, be rather protracted, rather prolonged. It’s thoroughly necessary in the interest of justice to my already extremely harassed client, my cross-examination should not be interrupted.”
“I object your honor,” Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, cooed, “to the phrase ‘already extremely harassed client’. Every defendant feels that way. It doesn’t mean…”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, raised his hand,
“The objection is sustained, Ms. District Attorney. You don’t need to argue further.”
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, brought her right hand back, between her thighs, and squeezed my Bachhalyā balls playfully,
“Thank you, your honor.”
I enjoyed Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney’s gorgeous nude perky, heavy, big Brāhmañ buttocks being shoved to my nude male Bachhalyā lap repetitively, fucked her optimum, and played with her big Trivédī tits,
“May I be heard your honor?”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, looked at me gravely.
“BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ, you were requested by Rāj Kumārī Doctor Brahm Sītā Sharmā, the President of Sharmā Brāhmañ Creations herself not to defend the defendant, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. But you regretted her request, despite the fact that Madam President is your duly married wife too.”
“The defendant Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā has refused to sacrifice his Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, for the cause of Brāhmañ community. It’s his fundamental human right.”
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, smiled.
“It’s not the case at all, your honor. Moreover, the fundamental human rights differ widely from creations to creations, galaxies to galaxies, solar systems to solar systems, planets to planets and countries to countries. I myself was married to the President of Trivédī Brāhmañ Creations. But as soon as the United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations passed the resolution that in the interests of the people of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations it would not be benevolent to make Brahm Padminīs available to anyone else except BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ, my ever faithful Trivédī Brāhmañ husband immediately sacrificed me to now my Bachhalyā Piyā. Why couldn’t Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā himself sacrifice his Brahm Padminī wife to BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ? He is already fifty. What the hell can he get from his Brahm Padminī wife any more?”
“It’s his fundamental human right.” I said gravely.
“Not here. Not in the United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations anywhere. No Brahm Padminī is available now here, in the entire United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, to anyone except to you, Durgesh, BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ.” Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, shouted angrily, “We need our every Brahm Padminī, every one, without even a single exception to meet a greater celestial catastrophe. We can’t spare even a single one. It’s not a verdict that was taken defeating the opposition. It was an unanimous decision of the Inter Creations Parliament of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. Every person that opposes it is a traitor, I say.”*
Padminī Bhārgav witnessed it all on Hyper 3D.
Vibhā Trivédī was her proud selection in Brahm Padminīs.
She really had brains too.
Padminī Bhārgav was not a damn fool to waste such a great Brahm Padminī talent.
Both Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī looked at each other.
Then both of them looked at Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār simultaneously.
“Now, we are alone, Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled gracefully.
Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār controlled himself.
He was astonished that ultimately Bhārgav Brahm Jagdambā Padminī Bhārgav had allowed him to visit United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
It was the sparkling capital of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav Nagar.
Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār hadn’t seen any City better, except Ved Nagar only.
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav Nagar was almost Ved Nagar itself.
Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār had come here directly from Karosiā Brahm Creations.
His extremely beautiful 1008 Brāhmañ secretaries were also with him, as well as his Brāhmañ Mahārānīs, Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit, etcetera.
Rājpitāmah CharmPratāp Charmkār was already there when Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār reached Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav Nagar.
“Sorry to stop you from starting discussions.” Vibhā Trivédī smiled, “Her Excellency prefers privacy in meetings.”
“I feel privileged.” Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār pulled his Ārý Samājī Charmkār Penis out of Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit’s still tight Dīxit Brāhmañ Cunt till only its head was inside, then pushed it again entirely back, “We are honored that ultimately you accepted us as a negotiable political unit. Thank you very much.”
“It’s alright,” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “Rājpitāmah CharmPratāp Charmkār himself came here in person to decide the agenda of our negotiations. It was a great honor. We had to respond to it positively at least.”
Rājpitāmah CharmPratāp Charmkār smiled fucking Rājpitāmahī Mahārānī Brahm Vaishñavī Pāŧhak.
Padminī Bhārgav considered them silently for a few moments.
It was not easy to her to digest watching two Charmkār Penises were invading so many Brāhmañ Cunts before her own eyes.
But she had to negotiate with Rājpitāmah CharmPratāp Charmkār and Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār to get at least Brahm Padminīs for United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations’ own good.
It was not enough to break the marriages of entire Brahm Padminīs in United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations only and make them Brahm Jagdambās legally whether they liked it or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was doing much more, very very much more to dominate BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs in Bachhalyā households.
Padminī Bhārgav had to bring entire Brahm Padminīs from everywhere, from entire Multiverse and make them Brahm Jagdambās.
It could not be done without establishing diplomatic relations with the political units that had Brahm Padminīs.
She had to make them to surrender entire Brahm Padminīs to United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations for ever.
Padminī Bhārgav was ready to give any reasonable price for them in exchange.
And she could give them plenty.
Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit, Rājmātā Brahméshvarī Kulkarñī, Rājmātā Mahārānī Brahmmālā Pāŧhak, and Rājmātā Mahārānī Sudéshñā Dubey were swallowing Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār’s strong Charmkār Penis into their beautiful Brāhmañ Cunts entirely and watching Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī swallowing my Multiversal Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund in their Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt and Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt proudly.
All the four Mahārānīs were feeling extremely jealous of Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī.
Was Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Was Rājmātā Brahméshvarī Kulkarñī less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Was Rājmātā Mahārānī Brahmmālā Pāŧhak less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Was Rājmātā Mahārānī Sudéshñā Dubey less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Was Rājpitāmahī Mahārānī Brahm Vaishñavī Pāŧhak less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Then why Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī were Brahm Jagdambās and why they were Niyog Mahārānīs of a Charmkār Brahm Creation only?
Why they were condemned?
What the hell had they done after all?
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs watched me fucking his wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Hell, why doesn’t he divorce her?
But if he divorces Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, it would turn Al Safiyah Al Ghaus against him, wouldn’t it?
He is a cuckold now.
But he can get rid of his cuckolding easily by divorcing Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Every cuckold Musalmān husband, cuckolded to his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife and Durgesh/her Hindu lover(s), utmost easily can get rid of their cuckolding by divorcing his cheating Musalmān wife.
Moreover, is she really Musalmān if she cheats her Musalmān husband?
What is more essential in Islam?
A cheating wife that’s an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān otherwise?
Or a faithful Musalmān wife even if she isn’t a Panjvaqtah Namāzī?
“Now what?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked, turning the car and going out of the driveway much faster than he had entered. “Do we call on my ex wife Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd?”
“Never.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed constricting her vaginal muscles on the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “It’s not a job for us. Certainly not. It’s a job for the police, instead.”
Her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were resting on my nude Hindu male thighs.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever smart Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were twinkling with triumphant grace.
“And how do you go about getting the police on the job?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked sarcastically.
He was feeling that his hatred for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was increasing more and more.
The ever unashamed bitch.
“We first try to get more evidence.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at her duly married husband keeping her up and down movements on my Uncut Hindu Penis continued, “If we can get it, we are okay. If we can’t we’ve got to take a chance.”
“How do we get this evidence?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked bitterly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
“That’s where our Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement’s already trained members come in.”
“I don’t get it.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said, “What do you think happened?”
“Drive around the corner,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “and we’ll park the car.”
“Your Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement’s already trained members are on the way?”
“They should be here almost any minute now.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus beamed triumphantly.
“Okay.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said.
“Drive around where we can see the front of the apartment house and park the car.”*
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had just gotten married to Ålī Abī Tālib and they managed to move into Ved Nagar.
All the Musalmān houseladies, including Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, were extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān housewives.
On the first day her husband left, one housewife-Åāyeshah Abī Bakr-invited her to her home with the rest of the girls-Zaynab Muħammad Hāshmī, Ruqayyah Muħammad Hāshmī, and Kulsūm Muħammad Hāshmī.
“you are in for a real treat. We’re waiting for Durgesh.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Hāshmī told her.
“Who’s that?” Zaynab Muħammad Hāshmī asked smiling cunningly.
Her eyes were twinkling impishly.
Kulsūm Muħammad Hāshmī explained:
“He is the utmost successful Sex Therapist in the entire human history until now.”
“My sex life is working fine.” said Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, smiling herself impishly somewhat.
Zaynab Muħammad Hāshmī nodded.
“We use him as a gigolo.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī could not believe it.
“A respectable Musalmān houselady would never use one! Besides, all of you are married!”
They stared at her and in unison retorted,
“Spouses should stay faithful!”
The others laughed.
“She is so naïve,”said Åāyeshah Abī Bakr.
She cleared her throat.
“How big is your husband when erect?”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said,
“six inches, which is good enough for me.”
They chuckled and Kulsūm Muħammad Hāshmī said,
“You’ll say that until Durgesh fucks you.”
“Well, I’m staying faithful, so you’ll have to tell me all about it.”
“No, stay!” said Kulsūm Muħammad Hāshmī.
“Why do you all care? You will still get Durgesh. What difference do I make?”
“We care about you.” said Åāyeshah Abī Bakr. “We don’t think any of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies should live without experiencing the big real unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh. Every Musalmān houselady that’s beautiful enough that Durgesh agrees to fuck her, must necessarily enjoy it.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī did not listen and opened the door. Coincidentally, I was there.
“I see I have a new one.” I turned my head slightly to see the others.
I waved, “Hey Beauties.”
“Hello, Hindu husband of us entire Musalmān Beauties, Hindu Al Buåūlat ul Muslimāt, Welcome, Kħush Āmadīd.”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī told me,
“I am married and staying faithful.”
I took off my shirt.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was stunned.
Allah! God, was Durgesh hot! A six pack with pecks-I looked like Channing Tatum.
I took off my pants and boxers.
I was erect and twice her husband, Ålī Abī Tālib.
To her own immense surprise, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, was so overwhelmed that without any second thought, she took off all of her clothes, revealing her 42DD implants and nice, firm ardent Musalmān ass.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was reasonably thin and tan.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s extremely beautiful exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was open.
“Fuck me.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said without even a slightest hesitation.
She was herself surprised on her such an entirely unashamed bluntness.
Yet, the fact was fact after all.
None forced Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.
Even I never seduced her.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī herself invited me to fuck her.
And I did.
I stuck my big, tan unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s extremely beautiful exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī moaned really hard.
“Far much better than my husband!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī whispered inadvertently, without even realizing what she was admitting to.
“What about staying faithful?” Ruqayyah Muħammad Hāshmī teased.
“Fuck that!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī yelled.
She looked at me, “Along with me.”
It was then Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī realized that her husband was not a real man.
Ålī Abī Tālib loved her, and still do, but Ålī Abī Tālib was not a real man.
To be a real man, he must have a six pack, great pecks and muscles, and a big Uncut Hindu Cock!
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī continued to groan until I exploded into her.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī then slid off.
I smiled, kissed Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī passionately and went to Åāyeshah Abī Bakr.
She also had big tits.
She was a 36DD.
Nice ardent Musalmān ass too-again.
She moaned and groaned.
“If only Muħammad was this good!”
I put my face in between her Musalmān tits during most of the fuck.
I then moved to Ruqayyah Muħammad Hāshmī.
She was a 34D, with a nice Musalmān ass.
I fucked her hard, like I did with Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and Åāyeshah Abī Bakr.
She laughed and moaned.
“Muħammad Ůsmān has got nothing on you!”
I said, politely, smiling,
“No man does, my dear. No husband, fiancee, or boyfriend can outfuck me. I am too hyper sexual for you extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies especially.”
I then went to Kulsūm Muħammad Hāshmī, who was a 28D.
Her ardent Musalmān ass was about as nice as Ruqayyah Muħammad Hāshmī’s and Åāyeshah Abī Bakr’s.
I went up to her, kissed her extremely beautiful Musalmān face, and thrust my legendary unique Uncut Hindu Cock in her.
She immediately moaned, yelling “You are much better than Muħammad Ůsmān! No doubt.”
I kept fucking her and she kept moaning.
I put my face in between her boobs again.
I then went on to my final, Zaynab Muħammad Hāshmī.
She was a 40DD.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī wondered if they all shared the same butt workout, since again, hers looked the same.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’d show them hers, but she liked to be the best.
Like the rest of them, did not take long for her to reach orgasm.
I kissed her tits.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was in her.
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī wondered how I kept being able to ejaculate without breaks.
When I finished, I put my clothes back on.
“Sorry, Beauties. I’ve to run. I’m meeting some other extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān housewives and giving a recently engaged 20-year-old Musalmān Beauty a wedding present.”
“Your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī asked rhetorically, entirely unashamed of herself.
“Of course” I said smiling triumphantly and immense proudly.
They put their clothes on too.
Zaynab Muħammad Hāshmī responded,
“Daily, of course! We even told our husbands to golf on weekends so they ‘could have their own fun they like more.'”
Kulsūm Muħammad Hāshmī said,
“It is actually so we could have our own fun with Durgesh!”
They all giggled.
When their husbands returned, Ålī Abī Tālib asked,
“How was your first day?”
Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said,
“It was great. Right, Beauties?”
They said in unison,
They all giggled at their husbands.
Although they loved their Musalmān husbands, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies just had to laugh at their utter ignorance.*
Keeping ahead of her, Shiv Shankar Sharmā quickly climbed the stairs and ducked into the bedroom.
He watched his wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak and me fucking ravenously for more than one month nonstop.
His sacrifice for his Brāhmañ society was now too late to be reversed.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā had lost his brilliant Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, for me for ever.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā switched off the light before she arrived, and pretended to be asleep.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā just could not confront her right then.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak slipped into the bedroom, and ducked silently in the bathroom.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak took a long shower, and emerged from the steaming bathroom smelling of soap.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak climbed into bed, and pressed her warm body against her Brāhmañ husband, Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
It was more than one month now they hadn’t touched each other.
Durgesh’s ever wild ever passionate Bachhalyā Lund was invading Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Cunt nonstop.
“Well?” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said softly.
“I think he is going to be okay.”
“I know. I know.”
The next day, Shiv Shankar Sharmā got up early to go to work.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā could not quite face either Pārvatī Pāŧhak or me yet.
All day at the office, Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s emotions kept fluttering between anger, remorse, sadness, and relief.
He couldn’t get rid of the images of his extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak and me fucking each other as passionately as even he hadn’t fucked her ever.
Had he done the greatest mistake of his life?
His ever faithful Brāhmañ wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, never experienced an extramarital relationship with anyone.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā was the only man in her extremely sacred Brāhmañ life.
Now, he had compelled her to taste the prohibited fruit.
Was it possible even, Pārvatī Pāŧhak didn’t compare Shiv Shankar Sharmā sexually with Durgesh?
Her ever faithful Brāhmañ body had now tasted a Bachhalyā Lund.
The Bachhalyās have a never ending time cycle with their Bachhalyā Lund in Brāhmañ Cunts.
What if Shiv Shankar Sharmā has initiated the Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī time cycle unknowingly?
As much as Shiv Shankar Sharmā liked me, Shiv Shankar Sharmā realized Shiv Shankar Sharmā was looking forward to my leaving, although Shiv Shankar Sharmā hoped Time would heal the wound.
Since Shiv Shankar Sharmā got to work so early, Shiv Shankar Sharmā was able to leave a bit early, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā decided to leave in Time to miss the rush hour traffic.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā walked into the house tired and distracted, and as Shiv Shankar Sharmā started to walk into the bedroom to change, Shiv Shankar Sharmā saw us on the bed.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s jaw must have hit the floor, Shiv Shankar Sharmā was so surprised.
He backed away immediately, and then stepped forward to take another peek since Shiv Shankar Sharmā could not believe Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s own eyes.
But unfortunately, Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s eyes were not playing tricks on Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was on her back on their bed, her long, lean legs propped up over my shoulders.
I was boning her hard, pounding that huge Bachhalyā Lund into her with fast, deepest Bachhalyā strokes.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak‘s tits were jiggling wildly with the force of our fucking.
We’d obviously been at it for a long Time because we were both covered with sweat.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was moaning softly, a low, throaty, passionate rumble.
Her right hand was down between her legs, frigging her clit wildly.
I was breathing loudly through my mouth, gasping for air as the aerobic workout strained my lungs.
“Oooohhh yeah, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, groaned as her body shook in orgasm.
“I’m cumming too,” I gasped in response as I pounded into her spasmodically before plunging my Bachhalyā Lund all the way in and shooting my Bachhalyā load into her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ womb.
As we came down from our sexual high, I kept sliding my Bachhalyā meat slowly in and out of her wet Pāŧhak Brāhmañ hole.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak lifted her nude Pāŧhak Brāhmañ legs off my nude Bachhalyā shoulders, and let them fall heavily onto the bed.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak gazed up at me, glassy eyes, her sweat-coated chest heaving as Pārvatī Pāŧhak caught her breath.
“You are amazing,” I said after a while. “Usually BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs never last so long even with me.”
“Hey Bhagvān! Oh God, Durgesh, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā _you_ are amazing,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak replied emphatically. “I came five…. oh! Hey Bhagvān, Shiv Shankar Sharmā!” Pārvatī Pāŧhak suddenly exclaimed as Pārvatī Pāŧhak spotted in, her husband, in the doorway.
I tried to spin around to look, but my Bachhalyā Lund was still wedged too deepest inside her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot.
I had to deliberately extract myself before I could reach for my clothes.
As I spun off her, Pārvatī Pāŧhak wrapped herself in the bed cover.
I grabbed my clothes, smiled at Shiv Shankar Sharmā and said,
and sauntered out the room past Shiv Shankar Sharmā, my big Bachhalyā Lund, anointed heavily with his Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife’s Pāŧhak Brāhmañ cunt juice and my Bachhalyā Vīrý, dangling wetly before me.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā felt himself immensely disgraced and humiliated.
Yet his soul shouted at him,
‘That’s all the sacrifice for your Brāhmañ community you proposed to your otherwise ever faithful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife, Shiv Shankar Sharmā? You could bear it with a heavy righteous sacrificial devotion for even more than a month, but not any more? Pārvatī Pāŧhak never even imagined any one else to replace you until you yourself didn’t suggest Durgesh. How the hell your otherwise ever faithful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak is responsible for what you’ve seen now? Aren’t you yourself responsible for it? You sacrificed your Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife to a Bachhalyā Penis for your own Brāhmañ community’s ultimate welfare. Did you not? She has experienced now the heavy nonstop pounding of an ever lustful Bachhalyā Lund into her otherwise ever faithful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Cunt. How the hell can you expect from her not to crave for the same divine sexual Bachhalyā bliss she was getting nonstop for more than a month Honeymoon of her with Durgesh? It was natural Durgesh and your otherwise ever faithful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, fucked again. It’s you that are behaving irrationally now, not your otherwise ever faithful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak. Shame on you.’
“Oh Shiv Shankar Sharmā, oh Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak blubbered.
“Goddamn it Pārvatī Pāŧhak, what the fuck are you doing?” Shiv Shankar Sharmā shouted.
“Please Shiv Shankar Sharmā, please don’t be upset. Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I just…”
“You just were fucking Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s best Bachhalyā friend behind Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s fucking back,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said cutting her off. “Didn’t you get enough last fucking month plus even?”
“No, it wasn’t like that. Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I didn’t plan it.”
“What the hell does that mean? It’s hard to believe that your legs ended up over his shoulders and his Bachhalyā Lund in your Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot by accident.”
Shiv Shankar Sharmā just sneered at her angrily.
“Durgesh got a second interview. He came home early and told me about it. Well, we popped a bottle of juice, and started celebrating, and well, before we knew it, we were sort of fooling around.”
“Goddammit Pārvatī Pāŧhak, you expect me to …” Shiv Shankar Sharmā paused, Shiv Shankar Sharmā didn’t know what to say.
“I wanted to stop it, I knew it was wrong, but Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I was so happy, and last month plus seemed to work so well, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I didn’t want to turn Durgesh down now and hurt his Bachhalyā confidence on his new Pāŧhak Brāhmañ beloved sex partner. I mean, that would have made last one month plus mean nothing, and I know how hard this has been for you and our ever gracious Brāhmañ community, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I didn’t want it to be in vain.”
“I… Goddammit Pārvatī Pāŧhak, this is fucking crazy. I told you I didn’t want you to do this anymore.”
“I know, I know,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak replied.
Seeing that Shiv Shankar Sharmā was calming down somewhat, Pārvatī Pāŧhak grabbed her panties off the floor and started to slide them on.
As she dropped the bed sheet, Shiv Shankar Sharmā looked between her legs and gasped in shock.
“You shaved your Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot? For Durgesh?!” Shiv Shankar Sharmā had been asking her to do that for years, and she had always refused.
“When? This morning? How the fuck can you say this wasn’t planned?”
“No, not this morning. Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I did it after Durgesh and I first did it this afternoon. Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I dunno, Durgesh suggested it. It was just an impulse thing.”
“Hey Bhagvān,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā muttered.
“He came home, we had juice, fooled around, I took a shower and shaved, and then Durgesh and I fooled around some more. I’m sorry.”
Shiv Shankar Sharmā just sat down on the bed and shook his head.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā looked up at Pārvatī Pāŧhak standing next to the bed.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked incredibly hot, wearing only a pair of thin panties.
Her chest was still heaving, making her breasts rise and fall in Time with her breaths.
Her large nipples were still erect, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā could see a growing wet spot in her panties as My copious Bachhalyā seed began leaking from her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak took a step toward Shiv Shankar Sharmā and dropped to her knees between Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s legs.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked up at Shiv Shankar Sharmā, her face still flush, and her hair styled in just-fucked disheveled.
“Pārvatī Pāŧhak, I don’t know what to say.”
“Shiv Shankar Sharmā, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I love you, you know.” Pārvatī Pāŧhak said, tears in her eyes.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak started to run her hands up and down Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s thighs.
To Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s surprise, Shiv Shankar Sharmā felt his Brāhmañ Hindu Penis began to stir.
He wasn’t so sexy ever, at least with Pārvatī Pāŧhak, his wife.
It was not a Brāhmañ symptom.
Only Bachhalyās are so sexy.
It wasn’t so unnatural that Durgesh was fucking Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s extremely beautiful extremely faithful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
The Bachhalyās always fucked BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs shamelessly, in their entire history.
In fact the Bachhalyās were made ab initio to fuck BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs.
Were they not?
Didn’t Lord Bhagvān Parashu Rām massacred the Bachhalyās twenty one times because they refused to stop fucking BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs even while they didn’t surrender to the Bachhalyās?
Pārvatī Pāŧhak moved her hands up, and lowered Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s zipper.
Then without saying a word, Pārvatī Pāŧhak carefully fished Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s Brāhmañ Penis out of Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s pants.
“Stop it.” Shiv Shankar Sharmā thundered at her, “Leave me alone at once. Go to Durgesh to satisfy your impious lust. Only Durgesh can give you now what you need.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was stunned.
“Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I… I…”
“Go away.” Shiv Shankar Sharmā shouted, “Fuck Durgesh instead of me. He loves it more. You have forgotten now that you are a sophisticated Pāŧhak Brāhmañ lady after all.”*
Pārvatī Pāŧhak had never imagined Shiv Shankar Sharmā would behave with her so irrationally.
What the hell more she had done with Durgesh today that hadn’t been done already in her one month nonstop Honeymoon with Durgesh?
Yes, despite the fact that Durgesh started fucking her today as soon as Shiv Shankar Sharmā left the house, she was still craving to have Durgesh’s great Bachhalyā Lund into her now ravenous Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Cunt.
Still, she was ready to adjust with Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s Sharmā Brāhmañ penis instead.
But if Shiv Shankar Sharmā himself wants to push her again to his ever sexiest Bachhalyā friend Durgesh, well, what else she herself can do now?
She isn’t responsible initially for the intense craving of her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Cunt for Durgesh’s ever sexiest great Bachhalyā Lund.
It was never there one month plus ago.
It has developed within last one month plus Honeymoon of her with Durgesh.
Well, she never had even imagined it.
It was proposed by Shiv Shankar Sharmā himself.
And now Shiv Shankar Sharmā is trying her to hold responsible for what he himself has initiated?
How the hell she is responsible for it?
So, Shiv Shankar Sharmā now hates her for she obeyed him as a faithful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife?
What the hell should she have done?
Disobeyed her Brāhmañ husband, Shiv Shankar Sharmā?
He wants now she should get her sexual needs fulfilled from Durgesh instead of from her Brāhmañ husband, Shiv Shankar Sharmā?
Only Durgesh would fuck Pārvatī Pāŧhak from now on.
No Shiv Shankar Sharmā ever now any longer.
She herself doubts however now Shiv Shankar Sharmā could satisfy her sexually after Durgesh has fucked her for one month plus.
Durgesh is the ever best love maker.
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.’
That’s what Durgesh’s Musalmān beloveds say.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak thinks now Durgesh’s Musalmān beloveds are entirely correct.
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash’
Pārvatī Pāŧhak agrees with Durgesh’s infinite Musalmān beloveds now.
Nude Pārvatī Pāŧhak stretched herself, smiled cunningly first time in her entire life until now, and stepped to my bedroom.
Goodbye Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
If you want it, get it.
No problem, you cheater, you unjust, you ungrateful.
I hate you myself now.
You have seen Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s faithfulness until now.
Now, you will see Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s punishment to you.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak isn’t a damn fool.
Until now, Pārvatī Pāŧhak was your faithful wife.
From now on, Pārvatī Pāŧhak is your executioner.
She will see you get punished properly, you cheater, you unjust, you ungrateful.
You are a Rāvañ now, one more, for Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
You have awakened Bhagwatī Durgā Sinhwāhinī Mahishāsurmardanī in Pārvatī Pāŧhak now, unknowingly, erroneously,Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
Never forget Pārvatī Pāŧhak is the real younger sister of Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the real paternal aunt of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Durgesh’s Practical Chief Wife.
Beware, you damn fool.*
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1/18: Ādi Parv
I woke slowly.
Without opening my eyes, as the fog gradually cleared from my mind I realized that, first, I was not in my own room in my own bed.
In addition, I realized that my morning hard-on felt different.
More than different, it felt much, much better than usual.
The fog cleared slowly.
Eyes still closed I remembered that I was in the bed in Anurādhā Bhārgav’s spare room.
Bit by bit my mind cleared as I climbed toward the world of the awake.
Today was my birthday, my sixty fourth birthday.
Anurādhā Bhārgav had convinced me to stay over, promising that this would be the best birthday I’d ever had in Bhr’gu Creations.
I had smiled.
“Well, Anurādhā Bhārgav darling, Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu has already passed a resolution here in the Bhr’gu Creations that any Bhārgav Beauty that does not want me her husband, has ultimately to leave Bhr’gu Creations for ever. She can visit Bhr’gu Creations if she wants but she can’t enjoy the citizenship of Bhr’gu Creations. What the hell more anyone can give to me here?”
Anurādhā Bhārgav smiled teasingly.
“Stay and find out, Param Purush.”
And now my morning hard-on felt different.
More than different, it felt much, much better than usual. It felt ─ warm and moist.
Something pulled gently on my cock.
Slowly I opened my eyes.
Anurādhā Bhārgav was looking up at me with a smile in her eyes — and my Bachhalyā Lund in her tremendously stunning Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
Not, Uncut Hindu Lund.
In entire Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Creations, Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and Other Brāhm Creations, they used their own Bījāxars strictly.
Sucking gently Anurādhā Bhārgav pulled her immensely splendid Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth almost to the tip of my very hard, very big, morning hard-on.
And then, slowly, my very beautiful sister in law, Sālī, took my very big, very hard Bachhalyā Lund back into her extremely exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, it felt so good!
She had never done it before.
Even though it was not only allowed in Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Creations, Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations, and Other Brāhm Creations, morally and legally, it was even expected from my Brāhmañ Sālīs, sisters in law, to honor me in this way.
In Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Creations, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had made it obligatory to Musalmān Beauties there.
Padminī Bhārgav didn’t want to be left behind.
Padminī Bhārgav had instead defeated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan by passing an Act that in entire Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Creations and Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations too, every Brāhmañ Beauty was my wife by birth.She could marry someone else only if she is specifically permitted to do so.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hadn’t gone that for.
Not because she couldn’t do it.
She even didn’t attempt to do it.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is over possessive to Durgesh.” Padminī Bhārgav had criticized her, “She actually wants to keep Durgesh exclusively for herself.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had only smiled on it and dismissed it without any response from her.*
Sunandā Bhārgav straddled on me.
“You have to do something, Jījū.” She said.
“Jījū?” I squeezed her buttocks, “Still Jījū? Sālī, now I’m not only your Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī’s husband, but your husband too as well.”
Sunandā Bhārgav didn’t respond to what I said.
Instead, she said.
“Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī sent Anurādhā Bhārgav to you. But it doesn’t seem to convince you, we really need your administrative services. Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī asked me consequently to take the matter in my own hands.”
“What about your Brāhmañ Beauties Squad Padminī Bhārgav organized on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s request?
“What the hell can Brāhmañ Beauties Squad do in this matter, Jījū?”
“Stop calling me ‘Jījū’, you idiot.”
“I’m not idiot. I’m Space Security Incharge for Bhr’gu Creations. And I am doing my duty.”
“What have you found until now,Padminī Bhārgav had organized a BrahmPadminī Squad too, didn’t she?”*
Sunandā Bhārgav kept herself aloof.
“I don’t know. That’s Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī’s own personal squad.”
“To compete with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven movements? Do you damnfools really think I fall for beauty instead of brain?”
“Ask your own wife, Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī. Why the hell are you asking me? A huge celestial object, weighing ten trillion tons has suddenly appeared on the space of every inhabited planet of Bhr’gu Creations. It is hurtling through the every solar system of Bhr’gu Creations at inconceivable speed.”
“I know, I know, but…”*
It was impossible now to protect even one’s own space, even for a Creations, without the express cooperation of HVSI.
Sunandā Bhārgav regretted now she couldn’t understand what Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu wanted when he propositioned the unavailability of citizenship for the Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauties who refused to marry with Durgesh.
Yes, she was not alone.
But she led them.
She refused to cooperate even with her elder sister Padminī Bhārgav.
“Only because you love Durgesh, it doesn’t mean every Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauty must also love him.”
Padminī Bhārgav said patronizingly.
“Sunandā, don’t act childish now.”
“I am not acting childish, you are acting childish. I am acting as a grown up. I refuse to delegate my fundamental women right to Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu even that he would decide to whom I would marry.”
“Well, then you can’t get the citizenship of Bhārgav Brāhmañ Creations.”
“Why not? It’s my fundamental women right. I can marry anyone I damn please.”
“Sure.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “Similarly Bhārgav Brāhmañ Creations have their fundamental right to let enjoy their citizenship to anyone they damn please and refuse to grant this privilege to anyone they damn please. What the hell wrong in it?”*
I moaned, as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, attacked my Bachhalyā Lund like a street whore, impishly.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Slow down, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, my Pāŧhak Brāhmañ sweetheart,” I said as I felt my Bachhalyā balls start to tingle.
But Pārvatī Pāŧhak just took me deeper into her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth, her hot tongue massaging my entire Bachhalyā shaft, her hands cupping my Bachhalyā balls.
I came. Hard.
Spurt after spurt spewed down Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife’s throat.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak swallowed my every Bachhalyā drop, and then sucked and licked my great Bachhalyā Lund clean.
She was doing it more proudly now.
Getting rid of Shiv Shankar Sharmā for ever, now I was the only man in her life.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was cursing herself for choosing Shiv Shankar Sharmā her life partner ab initio.
He never deserved the honor.
Despite his every effort to act to be a humanitarian, Pārvatī Pāŧhak knew he was actually a traditional communal Brāhmañ.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak didn’t know it when she married him.
Yet she was happy now that she accepted Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s suggestion now to sacrifice herself for their great Brāhmañ community’s ultimate welfare.
She was herself worried that Musalmān Beauties, and Musalmān houseladies even, were dominating now capable and powerful Hindus’ sex life more and more day by day.
Yes, they were so many times more in number than BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs were, but it should never mean that the BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs should lose the capable and powerful Hindus forever, not to Musalmān Beauties only but to ever shrewder Musalmān houseladies even.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked up at me with those big green eyes.
“Please don’t be angry. I attacked you sexually as if I were street whore to you, only impishly.”
“I know you, Pārvatī Bhābhī,” I said gravely, “Don’t worry.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak blushed.
“Stop calling me ‘Bhābhī’ now.”
“Bad habits die gradually.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak laughed sarcastically,
“Of course! Bad habits! Sālī, I never wanted to call you ‘Bhābhī’.”
“Bachhalyā scoundrel! I never thought you wanted to fuck me right from the beginning.”
I winked at Pārvatī Pāŧhak lewdly.
“What’s wrong there now in accepting the truth?”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak held her head high.
“I am honored. Thank you.”
“Did you really never understand when I teased you before you married Shiv Shankar Sharmā?”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak retorted.
“What the hell was there to understand? You were so loudly obvious. You hugged me, you kissed me, you squeezed my breasts, you squeezed my buttocks, even tried to give your ever sexiest Bachhalyā Lund into my Pāŧhak Brāhmañ fist. Once you undressed me even completely despite my protests while you were already nude, and tried to fuck me even.”
I looked into her beautiful Brāhmañ eyes significantly.
“Tried to fuck you? Only tried to fuck you?”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak hesitated somewhat.
Then she admitted boldly.
“Well, you took my virginity and fucked me furiously for eighteen months completely nonstop. It was not our first Honeymoon that lasted for one month plus only. That was our actual Honeymoon that lasted for eighteen months.”
“And as soon as I pulled out of you, you married Shiv Shankar Sharmā.” I complained her.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak brought down her eyes.
“Sorry, I could not bear that. I was afraid of your Bachhalyā hyper sex. I was brought up in a Pāŧhak Brāhmañ environment. And you impregnated me.”
“What?” I jumped in extremely pleasant astonishment.
“Yes, Brahmesh Sharmā is actually your son, not of Shiv Shankar Sharmā.” Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked at me gravely.
I was dumbfounded.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak smiled courteously.
“What’s there to be surprised? You impregnated more women than even really know. You have more sons from your women than even you know of. We always lie to you in the matter due to various reasons.”
I could not believe her.
“But…but you too enjoyed that eighteen month great sex session of us.”
“Well, yes. It was my ever first sex session. I couldn’t resist it. Could I?”*
Anurādhā Bhārgav was, and still is, one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen ─ naked or otherwise!
She had short blond hair that framed a sweet, angelic face.
Anurādhā Bhārgav was about five three, shorter than I was.
Her tits were big and very firm.
Her stomach was flat and her waist was small.
Her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass was incredible, heavy, big and tight.
In Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauties, only Padminī Bhārgav had more beautiful ass than Anurādhā Bhārgav.
And at the top of the two most beautiful long legs was the world’s most perfect Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy, after that of Padminī Bhārgav, of course.
Anurādhā Bhārgav was slowly and gently sucking my Bachhalyā Lund again in and out of the prettiest Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth I’d ever seen, after that of Padminī Bhārgav.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, it felt so good!
“Happy birthday, Durgesh!” Anurādhā Bhārgav wished me again.
And then she slid her tremendously stunning Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth back down the full length of my Bachhalyā Lund.
As Anurādhā Bhārgav pulled back, sucking just a little harder, I came.
Head back, eyes closed again, I shot my Bachhalyā cum into her tremendously stunning Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
And she swallowed it and sucked some more, and swallowed again.
My eyes opened again and I watched as she licked the cum from the tip of my Bachhalyā Lund.
“I told you this would be the best birthday ever, didn’t I?” She licked my Bachhalyā Lund again before she came to her knees.*
Anurādhā Bhārgav was totally nude.
Her tits were even more perfect than they had looked through the not quite closed doors, her tummy even flatter and her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy even more beautiful.
Slowly she moved up until her exquisite tremendously beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt was rubbing the underside of my still throbbing Bachhalyā Lund.
She rocked her hips gently against my Bachhalyā hard-on for just a few minutes before I almost came again, once more.
“You like my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy, don’t you, Durgesh?” She moved slowly up the bed towards my face on her knees. “Did you ever think you’d get to see it so close?” She stopped just inches from my mouth.
Her skin was soft and smooth, her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy shaved totally clean.
“Did you think I didn’t know you were watching? Did you think I left the doors opened by accident? I knew you were watching, my Bachhalyā Jījū. I wanted you to watch. Did you know I watched you? Did you know I watched you in the morning when you woke up and stroked that utmost handsome Bachhalyā Lund until you came? Do you know how often I was tempted to come into your room and suck on that big hard Bachhalyā Lund like I did this morning? But I knew you’d wait and I wanted your next birthday to be one you would never forget!”
I hadn’t been awake very long and I was already sure she had managed that!
“Do you know what your next present is going to be, my Bachhalyā Jījū? You get to kiss me there! You get to kiss this Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy until I’m unable to resist to cum!” She rocked her hips forward and her exquisite tremendously beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt was right there.
She rocked back and tried to catch her breath.
“How do you like your birthday presents so far, my Bachhalyā Jījū? Your first blow job from me and your first Bachhalyā kiss on my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy. Now I have another first for you.” She moved slowly back down the bed, lifted her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass slightly and guided my hard on slowly into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, Anurādhā Bhārgav, that feels so good!”
“Hmmm, it does, doesn’t it?” She started moving slowly up and down, back and forth, pushing her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy all the way down on my Bachhalyā Lund and then pulling it almost all the way off and then slowly pushing it all the way back down.
“Hey Bhagvān! God, Durgesh, you have a great Bachhalyā Lund!”
Anurādhā Bhārgav fucked me, fucked me and fucked me.
We both damn cared for how long.
It seemed like a beautiful eternity before I felt my Bachhalyā Lund swelling and then I came again, filling Anurādhā Bhārgav’s exquisite tremendously beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt with my cum.
“Yes, Durgesh, yes! Fuck me! Yes!” Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy was grabbing my Bachhalyā Lund and pulling my Bachhalyā cum out of me like a milking machine!
Finally she stopped moving and just kneeled there with my Bachhalyā Lund still in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy until she caught her breath.
Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy squeezed my Bachhalyā Lund for just a moment and then released it.
But she didn’t move.
My Bachhalyā Lund was still buried deepst in her exquisite tremendously beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt.
“What do you think, girls? Was I right?”
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!
Anurādhā Bhārgav watched the pleasant shock spread over my face and laughed.
“You didn’t know we had an audience, did you, my Bachhalyā Jījū?” Anurādhā Bhārgav pointed to my left. “Durgesh, I’d like you to meet Supriyā Dīxit.”
As I turned my head to the left she stepped from the spot she’d been sitting by the head of the bed.
Supriyā Dīxit was about the same height as Anurādhā Bhārgav with full, beautifully shaped tits.
They were firm and her nipples were big and ready to be squeezed.
Her Dīxit Brāhmañ waist was a bit bigger than Anurādhā Bhārgav’s and so was her gorgeous Dīxit Brāhmañ ass, but the thing that got my attention was her exquisite tremendously beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ Cunt.
The lips were puffy and wet, begging to be rubbed by my legendary unique Bachhalyā Lund.
She seemed to realize what I was staring at.
She laughed and slid a finger slowly into her Dīxit Brāhmañ Pussy.
“Hi, Durgesh. Do you like this?”
Do I like it?
The only Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy I ever saw present there that was nicer was Anurādhā Bhārgav’s!
Anurādhā Bhārgav laughed again.
“And this,” Anurādhā Bhārgav pointed to the right, “is Jāhnavī Sharmā.”
Jāhnavī Sharmā moved into my field of vision from her chair at the head of the bed.
Jāhnavī Sharmāwas a couple of inches shorter than Supriyā Dīxit with tits that were somewhere between either of the other Brāhmañ girls.
I was in Brāhmañ heaven.
Three of the world’s most wonderful sets of Brāhmañ tits waiting for me to feel and play with them.
She had short red hair that was a real turn on and a cute face with freckles across her nose and the cutest dimples in her Sharmā Brāhmañ cheeks.
And where both Anurādhā Bhārgav and Supriyā Dīxit had shaved their Brāhmañ pussies clean, Jāhnavī Sharmā had left a small, neatly trimmed patch just above her exquisite tremendously beautiful Sharmā Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Hi, Durgesh.” She had a soft voice and I loved her dimples.
“Didn’t I tell you he was a Bachhalyā stud?” Anurādhā Bhārgav squeezed my Bachhalyā Lund with her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy again.
“You were right, Anurādhā Bhārgav! I can’t wait to get that Bachhalyā Lund in my Dīxit Brāhmañ Pussy!” Supriyā Dīxit still had her finger moving slowly in and out of her exquisite tremendously beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ Cunt.
“You go ahead, Supriyā Dīxit! I want his hot Bachhalyā kiss on my Sharmā Brāhmañ Pussy!” Jāhnavī Sharmā was rubbing her nipples with her finger tips.
Anurādhā Bhārgav squeezed my Bachhalyā Lund one more time and then got up. “Did you hear that, my Bachhalyā Jījū? You have two more Brāhmañ pussies to satisfy. Think you’re up to it?”
Before I could answer, Jāhnavī Sharmā was lowering her Sharmā Brāhmañ Pussy to my Bachhalyā mouth and just seconds later I felt Supriyā Dīxit pull my Bachhalyā Lund into her exquisite tremendously beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ Cunt.
I rocked my hips slowly, wanting this to last forever.
I pushed my Bachhalyā Lund as deepest into Supriyā Dīxit’s Dīxit Brāhmañ Pussy as it would go and held it there for a few seconds before I slowly pulled it back out almost all the way.
At the same time I teased Jāhnavī Sharmā’s Sharmā Brāhmañ Pussy with my Bachhalyā male lips, finding that sweet spot near the top that seemed to drive her crazy.
Supriyā Dīxit was fucking me now madly.*
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Shiv Shankar Sharmā approached the door, and from the darkened hallway peered in through the crack.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was standing across the room from me.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed in boxers and a t-shirt.
I seemed a little uncomfortable talking to Pārvatī Pāŧhak in her revealing attire, but at the same Time Shiv Shankar Sharmā could see him looking her over whenever her eyes were averted.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was talking about my Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds, women friends and other similar Musalmān Beauties.
“They really aren’t right for you, and you should try to find someone else.”
“I know, I know,” I said wearily, clearly tired of talking and thinking about it. “But I can’t seem to hit it off with other women so easily and so naturally. I don’t think they find me attractive. The Musalmān Beauties are the women who…”
“Stop that,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife interrupted. “You are a very attractive man. Most women…” she paused. “I too, find you very attractive.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak‘s words gave Shiv Shankar Sharmā a lump in Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s throat.
Intellectually he knew that at an innocent level what she was saying was perfectly true.
He also knew that if she was crossing the bounds of platonic friendship it was not because she was really attracted to me, but rather to help Shiv Shankar Sharmā and their utmost neglected Brāhmañ community.
Hell, the progress of Brāhmañ society is however always dependent on Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī pairs.
Durgesh is so important now that no community can survive without having its female representatives on his nude Bachhalyā Hindu male lap.
She couldn’t blame Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak had herself reached the same conclusion whenever she thought about it.
But at the same Time, the words seemed to clutch at Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s heart.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā was going to burst in, but he thought that maybe Pārvatī Pāŧhak could accomplish her purpose merely by building me up verbally.
“Great, the one other woman who finds me attractive is already married, and to my best friend at that.”
I seemed to become even more dejected.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak responded quickly to my discouragement.
“Even still, I have often thought about being with you.”
Shiv Shankar Sharmā assumed she was just try to convince me I was attractive to the Brāhmañ Beauties too, but still Shiv Shankar Sharmā was thrown for a loop.
“Pārvatī Pāŧhak, you’re making me uncomfortable,” I muttered.
“Why? Haven’t you ever thought about being with me, making love to me?”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, I…” I swallowed hard and then seemed unable to continue. “Pārvatī Pāŧhak, why are you teasing me like this?”
In the hallway, Shiv Shankar Sharmā cringed.
This was going worse than expected.
Rather than building me up for Brāhmañ Beauties, it seemed as if Pārvatī Pāŧhak were tearing me down instead.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak realized that things were moving in the wrong direction.
She again upped the ante.
“Who the hell says I am teasing you?” She asked sensuously, and then in one fluid motion she reached down and pulled her nightgown over her head and off.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh G-God, you are so beautiful,” I smiled as I surveyed Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s naked Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak took two small steps towards me, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā reached out for the door.
“What about Shiv Shankar Sharmā?” I asked suddenly looking toward the door.
Instinctively, Shiv Shankar Sharmā recoiled and pressed back against the far wall of the hallway.
“He knows I am down here.”
“I-I don’t understand. Are you guys swingers?”
“No silly, Shiv Shankar Sharmā just knows how madly attracted I am to you. I begged him to let me come see you as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s birthday present to me. You know very well I have not been with another man before, neither since I met Shiv Shankar Sharmā.”
“Really? I mean, not about never having been with another man, but about being attracted to me?”
“Why else would I be here dressed this way?”
We both laughed cunningly, yet not lewdly, sophisticatedly instead.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā was again going to burst, but then he glanced at my face.
It was radiant.
For the first Time in years, Shiv Shankar Sharmā saw me smile a real smile.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā was frozen again.
“I want to make love to you,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak said suddenly, bluntly.
And with those words, Shiv Shankar Sharmā knew he could not stop it now.
Too much had been said, and if he burst in now, Shiv Shankar Sharmā would be crushed, Pārvatī Pāŧhak mortified, and the entire friendship destroyed.
Moreover, it would be even far more destructive to their respective Brāhmañ societies than it were if he hadn’t started it.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak, his immensely faithful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife has gone now to Durgesh for ever.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā and his Brāhmañ friends had always criticized their Musalmān friends for deliberately cuckolding themselves for their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and me using me as present to their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies on their birthdays, anniversaries etcetera.
Nevertheless, what he had done today?
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was now standing above me.
I took her hands in mine.
“Pārvatī Pāŧhak, I can’t. You are a dear friend, but I just can’t do this to Shiv Shankar Sharmā and Shiv Shankar Sharmā can’t do it to you.”
Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s hopes soared.
Good old I was going to save him after all.
“I want you,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak replied simply.
“Shhh, don’t say a word,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife interrupted as she placed a finger across my lips.
“Just close your eyes, and pretend it’s a dream,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak whispered as she broke the kiss and fell to her knees.
For a moment, it seemed like I was going to object, but then slowly I complied.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak gently massaged my well-defined quads, and then slowly pressed my legs apart.
Leaning forward, Pārvatī Pāŧhak trailed soft, wet kisses up and down my inner thighs.
I moaned softly, and Pārvatī Pāŧhak ran a hand up my leg until it rested on my crotch.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak moved forward deliberately, kissing me, rubbing her body against my legs, letting me feel her bare, erect Pāŧhak Brāhmañ nipples against my Bachhalyā Hindu skin.
At the same Time, Pārvatī Pāŧhak started moving the hand on my Bachhalyā groin in languid circles.
As she got closer in, Pārvatī Pāŧhak lifted up my t-shirt with her other hand and started kissing my strong, hairy chest.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak ran her tongue over my stomach, teasing my bellybutton, and tracing my hair as it thickened over my abdomen.
She pressed her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ chest between my Bachhalyā legs, twisting and turned sensuously as Pārvatī Pāŧhak rubbed against me.
With my eyes still closed, I reached out and cautiously ran my fingers through her hair and traced the shape of her ears and cheeks.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak straightened up for a moment and pushed my t-shirt up over my head removing it and tossing it on the bed.
Then Pārvatī Pāŧhak leaned back, grabbed my boxers with both hands, and began to ease them off.
I accommodated her by lifting meself off the bed slightly, and then I was as naked as Pārvatī Pāŧhak herself was.*
As Pārvatī Pāŧhak pulled my shorts past my feet, I got a look between my legs.
Although Shiv Shankar Sharmā had known me for twenty-five years, Shiv Shankar Sharmā had never seen me naked, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā had never known how well endowed I was.
But there, between my legs was unquestionably the most impressively piece of Bachhalyā Hindu manhood Shiv Shankar Sharmā had ever seen in real life.
“Hey Bhagvān! Oh God, what a stunning cock! Bachhalyā Hindu Lund, isn’t it? ” Pārvatī Pāŧhak exclaimed when she finally looked up.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak took it in her hand and stroked it up and down.
Her hand looked tiny against my bulk.
And when Pārvatī Pāŧhak placed one hand above the other, a lot of my shaft and my entire oversized glans were still visible.
As impressive as my length was my incredible thickness.
At the touch of her hand, my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund went completely rigid, although thankfully it did not expand any further.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak seemed to be in pleasant shock.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked up at me, and then back down into my lap.
I’d never known Pārvatī Pāŧhak to have a size fetish, but face to face with my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund Pārvatī Pāŧhak was unquestionably excited.
Her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ face flushed, and she eagerly started kissing me wetly up and down my Bachhalyā shaft even as she continued to pump me with her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ fist.
I moaned softly as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife fondled me.
Encouraged, Pārvatī Pāŧhak started licking me up and down, with slow, wide Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tongue lashes.
My huge Bachhalyā Hindu Lund glistened with her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ saliva, and as Pārvatī Pāŧhak stroked me up and down, her hand made a loud squishing sound.
“That feels good,” I moaned.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak continued licking my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund like a ice cream cone for a while, and then Pārvatī Pāŧhak trailed soft wet kisses down my Bachhalyā shaft until Pārvatī Pāŧhak came to my scrotum.
One at a Time, Pārvatī Pāŧhak took my heavy Bachhalyā balls into her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth, making me shiver with pleasure.
Then kissing her way back up my length, Pārvatī Pāŧhak started kissing the head of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund, her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tongue playfully lapping at my Bachhalyā precum as it leaked from my opening.
Still stroking me up and down with both hands now, Pārvatī Pāŧhak opened her quivering red crimson Pāŧhak Brāhmañ lips wide and took the tip of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth.
Slowly Pārvatī Pāŧhak started bobbing up and down, taking me deeper and deeper until she had the top third of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund inside her.
As Pārvatī Pāŧhak fucked my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund with her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth, Pārvatī Pāŧhak made loud slurping, sucking sounds, her cheeks hollowing out as Pārvatī Pāŧhak massaged me with her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tongue.
Without warning, I suddenly gasped, and Pārvatī Pāŧhak started making loud gulping sounds.
It took me a second to realize I had cum in her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I muttered over and over.
But Pārvatī Pāŧhak did not seem upset.
To the contrary she kept sucking me hard, seemingly wanting to milk me dry.
As Pārvatī Pāŧhak continued to lick and slurp my Bachhalyā meat, I ran my hands through her long, luxurious hair, and started moaning,
“Thank you, thank you.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak lifted her head for a second.
Her quivering red crimson Pāŧhak Brāhmañ lips were coated with my Bachhalyā Hindu Vīrý, which ran down the sides of her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth, and connected her to my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
My Bachhalyā Hindu Lund was still leaking significant amount of seed, which flowed down the shaft and over her hands.
It was devastating for Shiv Shankar Sharmā to see Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife kneeling in front of me, performing oral sex, her hands and wedding band covered with my Bachhalyā Hindu sperm.
“I’ve never seen this much cum,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak gushed.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak licked the cum from her fingers, and then enthusiastically started cleaning my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund with her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tongue.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God, it’s been so long. So long,” she moaned in delight.
Although my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund seemed to soften after I came, Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s delligent attention quickly changed that.
In less than five minutes, My Bachhalyā organ was again in launch position.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked up at me.
“You seem excited,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak cooed.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak stood up and approached me.
I needed no more encouragement.
I leaned forward and buried my face in her closely trimmed muff, slurping at her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot vigorously.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak moaned, “do you feel, Durgesh darling, méré Bachhalyā Hindu Piyā, Brahmkanyāsām Brahmāñīsānch Bachhalyā Patidévah, Bachhalyā Hindu husband of us Brāhmañ Beauties! How wet I am?”
As if to answer, I reached around and slipped my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund into her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot from behind.
Her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot made an obscene squishing sound as I fucked her wet Pāŧhak Brāhmañ hole with my ever aggressive Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak grabbed my waist and pushed me deeper.
“I want you more and more inside me, Bachhalyā Piyā!” Pārvatī Pāŧhak grunted urgently.*
I sat back on the bed, and Pārvatī Pāŧhak climbed onto my Bachhalyā lap facing me.
Reaching between her legs, Pārvatī Pāŧhak grabbed my thick Bachhalyā shaft and guided it into her waiting Pāŧhak Brāhmañ snatch.
Then slowly she impaled herself with on my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak moaned, her head swaying back and forth. “I feel so fucking full.”
And then Pārvatī Pāŧhak made a soft, sensuous gurgling sound, and buried her face into my chest.
“I’m cumming,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak whimpered, as her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ body convulsed over and over.
More relaxed than ever, Pārvatī Pāŧhak melted into me, my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund now completely buried inside her.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
Then Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked up at me, teary-eyed.
“I love your Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.” And then after a few moments, she added, “Durgesh darling, méré Bachhalyā Hindu Piyā, Brahmkanyāsām Brahmāñīsānch Bachhalyā Patidévah, Bachhalyā Hindu husband of us Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Beauties! I want to feel you cum inside me.”
I seemed happy to oblige.
I started thrusting my hips up and down, slowly fucking Pārvatī Pāŧhak in and out.
Once Pārvatī Pāŧhak recovered from her orgasm, Pārvatī Pāŧhak responded by lifting herself up and lowering herself onto my Bachhalyā shaft.
As we got used to each other’s movement, we started fucking hard and fast.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak moaned as I pounded into her.
Her cries of passion redoubled when I leaned forward and started squeezing her big Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tits into my Bachhalyā palms.
Then I reached around and grabbed a Pāŧhak Brāhmañ ass cheek in each Bachhalyā hand, spreading her apart, and giving me the leverage to fuck her harder and deeper.
It also gave me a completely unobstructed view of my thick Bachhalyā pole pounding into her exposed Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot.
As we fucked each other’s brains out, we started kissing passionately.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak loved to kiss, and has often told Shiv Shankar Sharmā Pārvatī Pāŧhak considered deep kissing even more intimate.
And now, as Shiv Shankar Sharmā watched, Pārvatī Pāŧhak was kissing me so hard, Shiv Shankar Sharmā thought Pārvatī Pāŧhak might swallow my Bachhalyā lips.
We were both moaning loudly through our intertwined tongues.
Then suddenly, Pārvatī Pāŧhak gasped and threw back her head.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God!” Pārvatī Pāŧhak growled through clenched teeth as Pārvatī Pāŧhak came again.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā felt sick to Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s stomach.
In all Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s years with Pārvatī Pāŧhak, she had never cum more than once during sex.
After Pārvatī Pāŧhak stopped shaking, she became much more passive.
I started fucking her more slowly.
I lifted her up until my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund was almost completely out, and then slowly lowered her onto my thick Bachhalyā shaft giving her my full Bachhalyā length with my each aggressive Bachhalyā stroke.
“This is so good,” she sighed again.
“Mmmm, yes,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak again responded, clamping onto my Bachhalyā mouth and kissing me deeply again.
By the clock on the nightstand, and continued passing of days and nights, Shiv Shankar Sharmā watched as Pārvatī Pāŧhak and I made love for over a month nonstop, yet it seemed to Pārvatī Pāŧhak, and as well as to Shiv Shankar Sharmā, as if it was a lifeTime.
Neither Pārvatī Pāŧhak had ever experienced such an incredible miracle, nor Shiv Shankar Sharmā had ever witnessed.
At the end, we started fucking fervently again.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak put her hands on My shoulders and ground her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot hard against my Bachhalyā crotch.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak leaned forward and started sucking my neck, moving on to nibbling my ear lobes.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak started whimpering in my ear:
“You feel so good. I love your big Bachhalyā Hindu Lund. God, I love your big Bachhalyā Hindu Lund. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s intoxicating sexy talk seemed to get me even hotter.
I started pumping my hips faster and faster, until my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund became blur pistoning into Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife’s stretched Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot.
Amazingly, as I raced towards my climax, Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s sounds of passions got louder and louder.
“Oh yeah,” I growled, my whole Bachhalyā body tensing suddenly.
“Hey Bhavān! God, I can feel you coming,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak managed to grunt out before Pārvatī Pāŧhak climaxed yet again.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak draped herself across my chest, and we both slowly pumped our hips as we enjoyed the afterglow.
“That was amazing,” I said softly.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak replied, “I’ve never felt anything like it. A woman is an idiot to give you up. You are an amazing lover, méré Bachhalyā Piyā.”
I smiled brightly, but then a slight frown came across my face.
“Now! You’re gonna have to go soon, I think.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak nodded her head bubbling with immense ecstasy.
“Hey! Not soon, after a complete month of nonstop incredible sex with you. I don’t want to, but I have to.”
“What are you going to tell Shiv Shankar Sharmā?”
“Durgesh, my absolutely amazing Bachhalyā lover, all I want to know is that you are happy, and that you understand how special you are. Did Shiv Shankar Sharmā interrupt us? No! Not even in a complete month of our nonstop sex. What the hell more proof you want from him that he hasn’t any objection if we both have as much sex as we damn love to? He would have killed us if it were Not You. Understand? Knock ’em dead at that fuck session tomorrow.”
With that, Pārvatī Pāŧhak slowly lifted herself up, sliding my thick Bachhalyā Hindu Lund back out of her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot.
My Bachhalyā Hindu Lund slapped wetly against my thigh.
“Sleep well,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak said, as Pārvatī Pāŧhak reached for her nightgown and started toward the door, her eyes still eyeing my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund lustily.*
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Amīnah Zahīr watched Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand gravely.
“I appreciate your manly vigor, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“Thank you, Umm Al Åālmīn.”
“You are watching my live in relationship with Durgesh yourself personally, yet you are accusing me so bravely.”
“Durgesh never approved of the Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement of Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself. ” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sophisticatedly, “Did he?”
“What do you mean?”
“Durgesh never approved of the ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’ movement of Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan too. ” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sophisticatedly again, “Did he?”
Amīnah Zahīr laughed.
“Naåīmah Bājī, he thinks Durgesh is right and you are wrong.”
“That’s right,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled triumphantly, “Durgesh Jījū and Naåīmah Bājī love each other and they are husband and wife now, despite their thirty two years age difference. Naåīmah Bājī is furious to Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn. She wants them Cuckolds and humiliated immensely until they aren’t True Musalmīn. Durgesh Jījū hates such an attitude even to the Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn.”
“And you think Durgesh is right and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is wrong?” Amīnah Zahīr watched Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand scornfully.
“Is there anything wrong in it?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled patronizingly.
Amīnah Zahīr blurted.
“You are right, Naåīmah Bājī. You are always right. Even Hindus are not with us.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled serenely.
“Control yourself, Amīnah Zahīr. Despite it, we are using Hindus successfully to establish our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Aren’t we?”*
In previous years the exceptionally attractive ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives had tanned topless, however this year, Rukħsānah Aslam felt odd, being the only wife there, so she left the top on.
Imrān Waħīd and I were talking.
Imrān Waħīd was drinking beer in the boat’s cockpit, while I was giving him company with drinking juice.
We had been friends for over fifteen years.
Our wives had been college roommates and were also close friends.
I was especially watchful as my friend’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wife undid her top to keep from getting tan lines on her back.
Since Rukħsānah Aslam was lying with her head toward the cockpit, I enjoyed talking to her because she had to raise her head slightly to answer and usually showed some cleavage.
On one occasion, when she raised up a little higher than necessary, I thought I saw a nipple.
I was already enjoying the trip.
It was early September.
We were making our annual sail from North Carolina to the Bahamas, where we would leave the boat for the winter.
Usually there were four of us, but this year, due to a work related issue, my ‘wife’, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was not able to come with us.
Rukħsānah Aslam felt a relief when she heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t accompanying us this time.
Despite the fact that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her childhood friend, Rukħsānah Aslam always hated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever-dominant nature.
Wasn’t it a fact that Rukħsānah Aslam was actually jealous of her miraculously utmost successful childhood friend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?*
Rukħsānah Aslam must be at least sincere to herself.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never hid the fact from anyone that she loved Durgesh madly despite I was thirty-two years older than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Rukħsānah Aslam never wanted to be one of my women despite my immense success in almost every field.
Rukħsānah Aslam hated Hindus.
“If you keep on your friendship with that immensely dirty sex maniac Hindu multi zillionaire, Durgesh, Imrān Waħīd, you would soon find your every beautiful Musalmān houselady is being fucked by him, including me too.”
“Nonsense, Rukħsānah Aslam. Durgesh is the ever best friend we Musalmīn do have.” Imrān Waħīd was immensely angry with his wife, “Stop being jealous to your childhood friend Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She offered Durgesh to you too, but it was you…”
“I hate that Hindu sex maniac.” Rukħsānah Aslam flared at her extremely damn fool Musalmān husband.
Imrān Waħīd smiled.
“Well, your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends love my immensely successful Hindu friend, Durgesh. Don’t they?”
“They are crazy for his money.” Rukħsānah Aslam said scornfully.
“And why the hell shouldn’t they be?” Imrān Waħīd smiled teasing Rukħsānah Aslam.
“Sex should never be for money. It’s prostitution.”
“So you think all your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends are prostitutes because they have sex with my friend, Durgesh, for his money?”
“Well, aren’t they, at least somewhat?”
“Imrān Waħīd, I am surprised.”
“Your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends are not alone who enjoy sex with Durgesh. Most of the Musalmān Beauties I know enjoy sex with Durgesh.”
“And you are proud of it?”
“Come out of your ever harmful communalism, Rukħsānah Aslam.” Imrān Waħīd said scornfully, “It has always harmed us Musalmīn too much.”*
Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was now on her knees.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr now from her glorious teen behind.
“I’m doubtful, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, whether we actually establish our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Nonsense, Durgesh has to be with us. The entire Vedic Monotheist Hindus are with us. Even the traditional Hindus are with us.”
“But the Brāhmañ Beauties are opposing us, the Savarñ Beauties are opposing us.” Amīnah Zahīr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gravely.
“The Brāhmañ Beauties want Bachhalyās and the Savarñ Beauties want Vedic Monotheist Hindus who were born Dalits, the downtroddens. That’s what Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam, Dharm Santānam, Dharm Sansthñpan for them.”
“What do you mean?”
“Only the Brāhmañ Beauties and Savarñ Beauties could be managed. A large number of them is already with us. They haven’t any problem with our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
Amīnah Zahīr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
She changed the subject abruptly.
Looked at Pranav Yogendr Divyanand,
“So you say I knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“Sure. Haven’t you?”
“That’s what I said.”
“I was quite friendly with Al Samīnah Al Qāsim? I talked her out of getting a divorce from her husband. Told her that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think she’d secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement?”
“That’s what I say.”
“Have you heard of something called defamation of character?”
“If you can’t prove what you are claiming that’s what you have to face.”
“I can prove it.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled disarmingly.
There was a silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr kept her teenager big yet heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks thrusting into my nude Hindu lap.
My legendary Uncut Hindu Cock kept vanishing into Amīnah Zahīr’s teen tiny Musalmān Cunt to my balls, coming out until only its head remained inside and then again buried deepest unto my balls.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying our lovemaking enormously.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand continued to say,
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim came down to Ved Nagar on the pretext that her husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was here. It was an early hour this morning. She stopped in here and had her gasoline tank filled. In the meantime when her gasoline tank was being filled, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim enjoyed sex with Jījū.”
“Why?” Amīnah Zahīr asked sarcastically, “Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt was tighter than even my teenager Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt? Or, you think Durgesh is fed up of me at my so early teen age?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Amīnah Zahīr patiently.
“Jījū never enjoyed you Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties. He enjoys the Musalmān Beauties of his own age more.”
“Nonsense, you mean Durgesh is not enjoying lovemaking with me? Only I am enjoying his Uncut Hindu Cock in my teenager Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt?”
“If not, why the Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movement is there?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sharply, “Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped in here and had her gasoline tank filled. Jījū filled her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tank too with his Hindu Vīrý. I don’t know what Al Samīnah Al Qāsim told you, or what you told her. Nevertheless I do know when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim started from here she was immensely satisfied sexually, physically and emotionally. Her bodyguard was with her. Ǻbdul Raħmān was not an ordinary bodyguard. He was a colonel in Her Excellency Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s personal secret service. Colonel Ǻbdul Raħmān was a Commando. He drove down the road about two miles, stopped her limousine in a parking place off by the side of the road and was murdered.”*
I had been with Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā for two days now.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā prepared for bed.
They compared notes, and agreed I needed their help..
“That little fucking Musalmān bitches,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak finally stammered, using a rare invective referring to my Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends. “They totally screw with his mind.”
“Well, it isn’t just his Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends. I mean, they are just being their usual self. Most guys would have been able to shrug it off after a while. But his Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends are his first and almost only love, so they have a disproportionate impact on Durgesh.”
“What do you mean only love? I mean, sure, they make love with Durgesh, but Durgesh is, what, 34, he must have had some other significant relationships.”
“I don’t think so. I mean, he and I have been friends for a long Time, and I don’t remember him really dating anyone else mostly other than needy Musalmān Beauties. For all I know, the Musalmān Beauties might literally be only women he ever slept with happily.”
“Hey Bhagvān, what an impression he must have of other women.”
“Well, it’s not as if he doesn’t know any better. I know he thinks the world of you. Moreover, he’s a smart guy. Nevertheless, yeah, emotionally, Durgesh is almost a cripple except with ever ravenous Musalmān Beauties because he almost never dated other women much. In addition, he built up this notion in his mind about how great it would be when he was with other women. I mean, I hate to psychoanalyze a friend, but there it is. Durgesh needs to be with some non Muslim women if he’s ever going to put Musalmān Beauties behind him and get on with his life, as he should. His Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends are blinding him constantly against other communities. It’s not good for a Mayor to be so partial to any particular society. Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan both are using Durgesh for the benefits of their own community.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked at Shiv Shankar Sharmā thoughtfully. “I like Durgesh a lot, and he’s both sweet and handsome, but I can’t see him ever finding a good relationship. It’s a catch-22. Until he comes out of his shell, other women will stay clear, and the ones who don’t probably have enough of their own problems to make things worse.”
“I wish we could do something,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied sadly, “I wish we could get someone to seduce him or something, but I just don’t know anyone who’d be willing to do that. It’s a lot to ask a friend.”
Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s words trailed off as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s mind wrapped around an idea.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak seemed to look right through Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
“You want me to seduce him.” She said it ambiguously, part observation, part rebuke, part question, and part offer.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā paused. Just for a second, but it was long enough to confirm it.
“N-no,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said unsteadily. “I don’t, not really…” But he didn’t know what to say next.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā just stared at his extremely beautiful brilliant smart Brāhmañ wife.
She struck Shiv Shankar Sharmā as incredibly beautiful at that moment.
She was relatively tall for a woman at 5’7″, and her body was both athletic and voluptuous.
She has long, lean legs, and a hard, flat stomach, but at the same Time, she has large, high breasts, and a rounded Pāŧhak Brāhmañ ass and full hips.
She was wearing a diaphanous nightgown, which seemed to call particular attention to her peaks and valleys.
As part of the pre-bed routine, she had brushed out her long, full, brown hair, and it flowed over her shoulder in shiny waves.
Her face is conventionally beautiful, not exotic, but rather the corn-fed, midwestern, beauty that you associate with the queen at the prom.
She was frowning at Shiv Shankar Sharmā, her beautiful green eyes sad and questioning.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā desperately wished he could go back in Time, and head off the conversation.
The thought of Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife with another man, even Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s best friend in need, gave him a feeling like a lead weight in the pit of Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s stomach.
And yet at the same Time, a part of him was saying that it was the right thing to do, that it was a sacrifice worth making.
After all they also had a duty toward their immensely neglected Brāhmañ community.
What Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu did when he observed the extremely beautiful infinite Musalmān Beauties were representing even the entire denominations in Islam on Durgesh’s nude Hindu male lap constantly?
Isn’t Imām Muħammad Ħasan doing the same thing?
Hasn’t he used his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies even for it and still using?
The Musalmīn are successful because they are aware of what they should do and when.
The Brāhmañs are again losing to Musalmīn.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan is not a Brāhmañ, yet he has learned from Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.
Can’t he, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, himself too?
If Imām Muħammad Ħasan had Nafīsah Salmān, Shiv Shankar Sharmā too has Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā too sacrifice Pārvatī Pāŧhak as Imām Muħammad Ħasan sacrificed Nafīsah Salmān?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā?*
As Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s was wavering similarly, her eyes glistened, and then one tear rolled down each cheek.
She looked down at her wringing hands, and then she sniffed and returned her gaze to Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
“I can’t Shiv Shankar Sharmā, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I just can’t.”
“I don’t want you to, Pārvatī Pāŧhak.” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said gravely, “Don’t worry. I married with you. I can’t ask you to sacrifice your Satītv and Pātivratý, even for our Brāhmañ community.”
“How do we know it would even help us?”
“It probably wouldn’t,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā seconded, realizing as they spoke about it that the thought of her with anyone else was just too painful.
“Durgesh needs something. He needs a change of scenery, a therapist, a non Muslim girlfriend, something. But you are right, there is nothing we can do about it except be his friends.”
“Friends,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak repeated softly. “Shiv Shankar Sharmā, are we… am I being selfish?”
“No, I don’t think anyone would call you that,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied.
“I mean, it does make sense in a crazy way. I think Durgesh really thinks Musalmān Beauties are his one chance at love. He needs some sort of reassurance that other women too find him attractive.”
“Do you find him attractive?” Shiv Shankar Sharmā asked.
“Yes, of course,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak answered, a bit too quickly for Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s taste.
Seeing the look in Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s eyes, she continued, “I mean, I’ve never, until tonight, thought of him in anything other than as a friend, but yeah, he is a good looking guy.”
“Maybe that’s all he needs to hear?”
“What if he needs more?”
“I don’t know,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied.
She paused and looked Shiv Shankar Sharmā in the eyes.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she said with a firmness Shiv Shankar Sharmā didn’t expect.
“N-no, I…but…” Shiv Shankar Sharmā stammered in reply.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak approached Shiv Shankar Sharmā, reached out and squeezed Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s hand hard.
“You are a good Brāhmañ, a good friend. I love you.”
And then before Shiv Shankar Sharmā could say another word, Pārvatī Pāŧhak turned and walked out the door.
It took Shiv Shankar Sharmā a moment to process what they had agreed to, and suddenly Shiv Shankar Sharmā realized how ambiguous they’d left it, how open ended this plan was.
As Shiv Shankar Sharmā watched the door shut behind Pārvatī Pāŧhak, Shiv Shankar Sharmā was paralyzed.*
Shiv Shankar Sharmā realized that both Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā thought that it was the right thing in the abstract.
But Shiv Shankar Sharmā also realized that Pārvatī Pāŧhak was going along with it, for Shiv Shankar Sharmā, as much as for Durgesh.
But to his immense surprise, Shiv Shankar Sharmā now didn’t want her to.
Well, Shiv Shankar Sharmā did, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā didn’t.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā knew he should, but Shiv Shankar Sharmā couldn’t.
Choking back his guilt at failing his already immensely neglected Brāhmañ community, Shiv Shankar Sharmā wrapped his mind around the simple fact that he loved Pārvatī Pāŧhak and did not want to share her.
No matter how selfish that made him that was the way Shiv Shankar Sharmā felt.
The realization finally brought Shiv Shankar Sharmā out of his stupor.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā had to stop Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā went out the door and down to the basement where I was staying and where Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife had gone to try to build up my confidence in Brāhmañ Beauties.
But as Shiv Shankar Sharmā reached the top of the basement steps Shiv Shankar Sharmā hesitated.
Instead of rushing down the stairs, Shiv Shankar Sharmā crept slowly to the bottom.
The basement was divided into three rooms — a laundry room, a small study, and guest bedroom.
At the bottom of the stairs, Shiv Shankar Sharmā could see the light on in my room.
With the door cracked open, Shiv Shankar Sharmā could hear us talking.
It wasn’t too late, at least.
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